Chapter Three: The Things I Forgot to Remember
Jack sat in his cell despondently staring at the bars but not actually seeing them.
"Filthy devil worshipping whore" the gruff voice of one of the guards called as they drug a young woman to the cell he resided in and tossed her to the ground. Faster than he could comprehend she jumped back up on her feet grabbing the guard by his collar.
"Your judgment shall condemn you for my death and leave you to burn beside me" she whispered fiercely at him before taking a blow to the shoulder from the blunt end of a rifle through the bars. She released him walking to the far end of the cell and sliding down the wall to sit. Jack sat up from his slouching posture and examined the woman before him. She wore a long black skirt and loose white blouse with her hair tied back with black silk. He observed a fresh and rather painful looking burn on her wrist. Her appearance some how seemed to remind him of the gypsies he had encountered on his travels. A pair of bright blue yellow eyes bore into him as he now realized she gazed back.
"Heading for the gallows as well?" her calm demeanor while asking such a question unnerved him a bit, not that he showed it.
"It would seem so," Jack replied "What crime against the crown are you to die for love?"
"Heresy," She responded licking her lips then smirking "Among other things and you?"
"They keep telling me piracy," Jack starts "But I swear it was just salvaging."
The woman let out a small laugh at his dark joke and adjusted herself into a more comfortable position.
"What's your name?" She inquired.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," He said lowering his hat in mock formality "and what would yours be love?" A soft smile graced her blood red lips.
"Mistress Aurora Valle," She articulates giving a slight bow. Silence can be deafening when awaiting your own death and it was silent between them except for Aurora's low chanting. He felt hypnotized by the low growl of her voice, all night he listened carefully never quite making out any words. Dawn crept upon them faster than expecting. Abruptly the cell door flung open and guards pulled Jack and Aurora to their feet while cuffing them. Had the time really come so fast? They were dragged into a public square and up onto the gallows platform to face the small crowd that came to watch the death of a heretic and a pirate. A greasy overweight guard took Aurora by the wrists. Jack didn't have to even look to know what he had already undressed her in his mind and was contemplating whether she wore tight or no underwear.
"Such a pretty young thing. It's too bad you have to die we could have had… fun," the oily guard purrs pulling lightly at the top of her shirt "Any last words?" Aurora stood determined, her seemingly all knowing smirk twisting her lips again.
"Yeah," she began leaning forward slightly and looking him in the eyes "before this is over your blood shall be on my hands" Aurora lets out a menacing laugh as she is hauled to the noose. The oily guard gives a nervous glance towards Jack before soon resuming his protective stance in front of the remaining prisoner. Her smirk never failed even as the rope tightened around her neck.
"Aurora Valle you have been charged and convicted of crimes against the crown which include; Heresy and murder," the Judge reads aloud "and have been sentenced to death by hanging. On my mark."
"Ready," His voice boom causing the guard to step away from Aurora.
"Set," The same guard now takes the lever in his hand yet she stares ahead smirking.
"Mar-"The judge is cut off by his throat being slit, he falls to the floor to reveal a blonde woman holding a dagger. Jack could make out flashes of the brown and black hair of two other women taking out the rest of the guards as the crowd fled. He witnesses the blonde stride over to her redheaded counterpart and releases her with a triumphant smile.
"'Bout time you showed up" Aurora teased her companion, as the blonde shook her head and went to work on the remaining guards. Aurora strolled down the stairs and quickly located the fatty pervert from earlier.
"'Ello" Aurora purred mocking him. She swiftly closed the gap between him and ran him through with the sword returned to her by her blonde comrade.
"Goodbye" she says in her sadistically sweet voice pushing him off her sword with disdain and waving to him with a bloody hand. Soon Jack came to the realization that these four women had taken out all of the guards leaving only them and him.
"What about him?" the black haired woman asks her leader while motioning to him. Never missing a beat Aurora swoops down and picks the keys off the dead man at her feet.
"Let him go," she instructs throwing the keys into the other woman's awaiting hands. Following instructions she releases Jack promptly then turns back to Aurora.
"Lets go," Aurora orders her crew, leaving Jack alone; a free man.
Jack bolts upright in bed sweating profusely with a killer headache.
I knew her… Jack realized mulling the dream (or rather memory) in his head. Throwing the covers from his over heated body he stumbled to the door and to her cabin.
"So you have remembered" Her calm cool voice called as she sat on her bed meditating, her eyes not even open.
"How did you know it was me?" Jack asks taken back and half awake. She opened her ice blue eye.
"I know many things," she counters rising from her seat "see you've done well since our last encounter."
"Yes well that would be thanks to you if I'm not mistaken, mistress" Jack replies in remembrance cocking his head to one side. Aurora steps closer to him seeming to analyze him yet her eyes revealed nothing. If one thing bothered Jack above all else it would be someone that he could not read. Things that are not understood are often dangerous.